Assistance and Help
Assistance and Help
Adult for lanaguage
Pre-pilot through to They Keep Killing Suzie
Disclaimer - This is fanfiction, I am making no money.
Summary: When Ianto Jones came to Cardiff he had little more than a suit, a cup of coffee and a partially cybernised girlfriend. He needed help.
Assistance and Help
Rated Adult for langauge
Characters: Ianto, Tosh, Owen, Suzie, Jack slight Jack/Ianto
Spoilers: Pre-pilot through toThey Keep Killing Suzie
Disclaimer: This is fanfiction, I am making no money.
Summary: When Ianto Jones came to Cardiff he had little more than a suit, a cup of coffee and a partially cybernised girlfriend. He needed help.
Assistance and Help
"Having fun with the screwdriver, Ianto?"
"Just a little tinkering with the generator, Miss Sato," Ianto said, his fingers automatically touching his neatly knotted tie. Tosh liked Ianto, he made great coffee and helpfully tidied away all the electrical engineering books cluttering her desk.
"Oh - If you're re-directing power you need to go from pannel B, not A, and my name is Tosh," A startled look flickered across Ianto's face, before returning to his polite smile.
"I'll bear that in mind," He turned away before adding, "Tosh,"
*
Owen was sitting in the autospy bay, his feet propped up on the table, reading an article about the cyberconversion process. He was so engrossed that he jumped when he heard a unfamiliar voice behind him.
"Jesus Christ!" He swore, jumping up when he saw Ianto. "What the fuck are you doing?"
"Cleaning, Dr Harper," came the cool reply, "I daresay I'm the first to do so,"
"Yeah, you're a real pioneer," sneered Owen as Ianto started throwing mostly empty pizza boxes into the bin liner. Owen didn't quite trust Ianto, he was from Torchwood London. Bastards. He didn't understand why Jack hired him, Jack despised Torchwood London, he suppose he wanted a shag. Owen wondered briefly as Ianto left the room, tucking something - probably his hankie - into his jacktet, whether Jack had shagged Ianto yet, and whether they done it on his desk. He bloody hoped not.
He snapped out of his reverie and remembered that he was reading a journal, except now, he couldn't find it anywhere.
*
BANG!
"Watch where you're going!" Suzie scolded as the artifact she was holding slipped to the floor. Ianto Jones, whom had walked into her, looked through her for a moment, before snapping his gaze to the floor. He sighed and bent down to pick it up.
"What are you still doing here, anyway?" She asked, a little more warmly, for Ianto looked tired.
"Could ask the same thing about you, Miss Costello - sorry Suzie," His voice was light, but there was an emptyness to his eyes. She remembered reading that his girlfriend had died at Canary Wharf.
"Need any assistance?" Ianto opened his mouth to speak, but was interupted by the butting in of a certain captain.
"The two of you ... together ... alone, some kind of club? Can I join?" He leered at Ianto.
"Clubcard holders only, Sir," Jack snorted.
"Suzie," He boomed. "Hows the glove? Know what it does yet?" Suzie had been staring at Ianto, who had flicked back to his stoic self the moment Jack entered. Her gaze shifted to Jack. "No but I've got some ideas ..."
She and Jack finished their discussion some time later in Jack's office, by which time they had both forgotten about Ianto all togther.
*
Angry red marks scorched across Ianto's torso. Owen was inspecting him, whilst Jack watched over. Tosh had told him what happened in the basement, whilst Ianto remained charateristically quiet. Or what Jack had summised was characteristic of Ianto, he doubted anyone really knew what lie beneath those neatly pressed suits and tailored smiles.
It wasn't supposed to have happened like this. Jack had bought Ianto along to get him out of the Hub, away from the ghosts that he knew must be haunting his youngest team member. It was supposed to have been theraputic.
It had always been the quiet ones.
*
With a little help from Toshiko Sato, he knew he wanted to live, with unwitting help from the coldness of Suzie Costello and a stop watch, he began living again, and with the help of Captain Jack Harkness, Ianto felt more alive than he had done in months.
.
Adult for lanaguage
Pre-pilot through to They Keep Killing Suzie
Disclaimer - This is fanfiction, I am making no money.
Summary: When Ianto Jones came to Cardiff he had little more than a suit, a cup of coffee and a partially cybernised girlfriend. He needed help.
Assistance and Help
Rated Adult for langauge
Characters: Ianto, Tosh, Owen, Suzie, Jack slight Jack/Ianto
Spoilers: Pre-pilot through toThey Keep Killing Suzie
Disclaimer: This is fanfiction, I am making no money.
Summary: When Ianto Jones came to Cardiff he had little more than a suit, a cup of coffee and a partially cybernised girlfriend. He needed help.
Assistance and Help
"Having fun with the screwdriver, Ianto?"
"Just a little tinkering with the generator, Miss Sato," Ianto said, his fingers automatically touching his neatly knotted tie. Tosh liked Ianto, he made great coffee and helpfully tidied away all the electrical engineering books cluttering her desk.
"Oh - If you're re-directing power you need to go from pannel B, not A, and my name is Tosh," A startled look flickered across Ianto's face, before returning to his polite smile.
"I'll bear that in mind," He turned away before adding, "Tosh,"
*
Owen was sitting in the autospy bay, his feet propped up on the table, reading an article about the cyberconversion process. He was so engrossed that he jumped when he heard a unfamiliar voice behind him.
"Jesus Christ!" He swore, jumping up when he saw Ianto. "What the fuck are you doing?"
"Cleaning, Dr Harper," came the cool reply, "I daresay I'm the first to do so,"
"Yeah, you're a real pioneer," sneered Owen as Ianto started throwing mostly empty pizza boxes into the bin liner. Owen didn't quite trust Ianto, he was from Torchwood London. Bastards. He didn't understand why Jack hired him, Jack despised Torchwood London, he suppose he wanted a shag. Owen wondered briefly as Ianto left the room, tucking something - probably his hankie - into his jacktet, whether Jack had shagged Ianto yet, and whether they done it on his desk. He bloody hoped not.
He snapped out of his reverie and remembered that he was reading a journal, except now, he couldn't find it anywhere.
*
BANG!
"Watch where you're going!" Suzie scolded as the artifact she was holding slipped to the floor. Ianto Jones, whom had walked into her, looked through her for a moment, before snapping his gaze to the floor. He sighed and bent down to pick it up.
"What are you still doing here, anyway?" She asked, a little more warmly, for Ianto looked tired.
"Could ask the same thing about you, Miss Costello - sorry Suzie," His voice was light, but there was an emptyness to his eyes. She remembered reading that his girlfriend had died at Canary Wharf.
"Need any assistance?" Ianto opened his mouth to speak, but was interupted by the butting in of a certain captain.
"The two of you ... together ... alone, some kind of club? Can I join?" He leered at Ianto.
"Clubcard holders only, Sir," Jack snorted.
"Suzie," He boomed. "Hows the glove? Know what it does yet?" Suzie had been staring at Ianto, who had flicked back to his stoic self the moment Jack entered. Her gaze shifted to Jack. "No but I've got some ideas ..."
She and Jack finished their discussion some time later in Jack's office, by which time they had both forgotten about Ianto all togther.
*
Angry red marks scorched across Ianto's torso. Owen was inspecting him, whilst Jack watched over. Tosh had told him what happened in the basement, whilst Ianto remained charateristically quiet. Or what Jack had summised was characteristic of Ianto, he doubted anyone really knew what lie beneath those neatly pressed suits and tailored smiles.
It wasn't supposed to have happened like this. Jack had bought Ianto along to get him out of the Hub, away from the ghosts that he knew must be haunting his youngest team member. It was supposed to have been theraputic.
It had always been the quiet ones.
*
With a little help from Toshiko Sato, he knew he wanted to live, with unwitting help from the coldness of Suzie Costello and a stop watch, he began living again, and with the help of Captain Jack Harkness, Ianto felt more alive than he had done in months.
.